“Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?”

“Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.”

“What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.”

“Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones;Who, though they cannot answer my distress,Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes,For that they will not intercept my tale:When I do weep, they humbly at my feetReceive my tears and seem to weep with me;And, were they but attired in grave weeds,Rome could afford no tribune like to these.”

“You are such a woman! A man knows not at what ward youlie.CRESSIDAUpon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defendmy wiles; upon my secrecy, to defend mine honesty; my mask, todefend my beauty; and you, to defend all these; and at all thesewards I lie at, at a thousand watches.PANDARUSSay one of your watches.CRESSIDANay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one of thechiefest of them too. If I cannot ward what I would not have hit,I can watch you for telling how I took the blow; unless it swellpast hiding, and then it's past watching.”

“What a fool honesty is.”

“No legacy is so rich as honesty.”